Lin Chu said with a smile: "The third lady seems to be very satisfied with the current situation of the third master!"
Mr. Jiao nodded solemnly: "Of course!"
"Third Madam!" Lin Moran was furious. She didn't know why Mr. Jiao suddenly became like this, but she couldn't let her speak again under any circumstances. Otherwise, the reputation of Sanfang would be ruined!
If her third bedroom is destroyed, she will have a hard time in the palace!
"Your Majesty, my mother is heartbroken and confused because of what happened to my father. Why don't you let me take her back to the palace to rest for a while."
"Why are you so anxious?" Lin Chu looked at her coldly: "The third lady still has a lot of things to say. Is that right?"
She looked at Mr. Jiao, who nodded in agreement: "Yes, so many words."
Lin Chu's eyes paused, and there was a bloodthirsty coldness in his eyes. He raised his hand and pointed behind Lu An: "Third Madam, look, who is that?"
Behind Lu An, followed a petite and shambling entourage. The man's gray clothes were not eye-catching, and his hair was disheveled, covering half of his face, leaving only a hint of pale complexion.
Ever since she entered the Hall of Cultivation of the Heart, she has always shrunk behind everyone and never attracted anyone's attention.
Now that Lin Chu specifically pointed it out, her body stiffened slightly, and she slowly raised her cheeks. All the long hair covering her face fell to her ears, revealing a thin and withered face of a woman, who smiled silently at Jiao, strangely.
And gloomy.
"Lin Moyun, is that you?" Jiao's body trembled, and there was resentment in his dull eyes: "Why are you not dead yet, you Sangmenxing?"
"Mother!" Lin Moran suddenly stood up, no longer caring about etiquette and status, and rushed to Jiao's side. He grabbed her arm and said, "You are tired, come with me to the palace to rest!"
Her almond-shaped eyes were full of anger, and she glared at Mr. Jiao with warning. When Mr. Jiao saw her, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he grabbed Lin Moran with his backhand.
"Mother, that's Lin Moyun! Our family's fate today is all because of her idiot. Kill her, kill her!" Her scream was sharp and high-pitched, hysterical and intolerable.
Lin Moran frowned and pulled away, but she didn't know why Jiao's strength suddenly became so amazing. Her wrist was so painful that she couldn't break free, and she couldn't fall out with Jiao in front of everyone.
"Don't talk nonsense!" She lowered her cheeks: "Third sister has died in Shenxingsi to prove her innocence!"
"She's not dead, she's right here." Jiao's face flushed anxiously: "Kill her quickly!"
Lin Moran's face was pale, and her eyes were sinister as snakes. Jiao's stupidity made her angry, and she wished she could slap her to wake her up. But...
"The third lady said she was Lin Moyun, so who died in Shenxingsi?" Lin Chu looked at the mother and daughter in front of her coldly and spoke slowly.
Lin Moran frowned and warned Jiao with her eyes, while pretending to be aloof and said to Lin Chu: "Moyun is indeed..."
"How do I know who died in Shenxingsi?" Jiao said slowly: "That Sangmenxing is now..."
Snapped!
The crisp slaps dispersed Jiao's chatter, and a pin drop could be heard in the Yangxin Hall for a moment. Everyone stared in astonishment, and were all frightened out of their wits by Lin Moran's resolute slap.
The one who was beaten must be...her mother!
Even though the emperor's woman is the master, but... to raise her hand and slap her mother so viciously is... quite unusual.
"Liuxu, help the third lady to rest in the Xianfu Palace. Invite an imperial doctor to come over and give her a careful look. She is so good, but why is she suffering from hysteria and talking nonsense!"
Lin Moyun rushed forward at that moment, and the sudden burst of power from her thin body caught Liuxu off guard, causing her to stumble. Jiao's arm was caught in Lin Moyun's hand!